He gawked at me as if I was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen.
Every day, he found a new way to compliment my beauty.
It wasn’t my external appearance that kept him intrigued; it was what he saw internally that sent a signal to his heart.
The signal that said it was okay to let go because I was the one.
His hard exterior shattered revealing a softer side, but when we made love, the look in his eyes let me know I was still fucking with a beast.
Renee, Sydney. The Diary of She – Vol. II: Poems & Affirmations .
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